Chapter 217 - Ji Fengmian
"However, the news of Chu Yi's endorsement has eclipsed the previous news."
Yang Liwei hissed indignantly, wishing that the criticism online could bury Shen Fanxing.
Jiang Rongrong gave her a cool stare and said, "There are still discussions about her and the attacks are not minor either. In fact, it's worse than the last time and it's still brewing slowly. It seems like there's no one cleaning up the mess."
Upon hearing that, Shen Qianrou felt a sense of relief. The gloom that shrouded her the whole night had evaporated a little.
It seemed that the mysterious man had really abandoned Shen Fanxing!
However…
Shen Qianrou contemplated for a while before sitting down at the dining table. She asked gently,
"But Grandma, who is that man? Given the extravagance, he should be an important figure, right?"
If only she knew who he was… She could try to get close to him…
Yang Liwei pursed her lips. Recalling what had happened during the anniversary celebration, she got so enraged that her stomach hurt. She was filled with fury and disdain!
"Who's that big shot? What kind of big shot is as barbaric as him? And after leaving, they even erased their tracks. They are pretending to be mysterious. They probably got more people to make up the numbers and just to impress us by feigning their abilities! Otherwise they're people who are better off hidden!"
Jiang Rongrong frowned as she listened. She didn't manage to catch sight of the man's face that night. But thinking of their actions that day, she felt that what Yang Liwei had deduced was right.
Anyone with power and capability could find out about Fanxing's past with a simple investigation. Yet, he didn't realize it until everything was exposed online.
It seemed that this person wasn't that influential after all.
The more she contemplated, the more sense Yang Liwei's words made.
Shen Qianrou felt more at ease.
She took a sip from the glass of milk, and the wound in her mouth hurt instantly.
She frowned in pain.
With a smash, the glass fell to the ground.
Everyone at the table glanced towards Shen Qianrou.
"Qianrou, are you alright?"
Shen Qianrou gripped the edge of the dining table tightly and waited silently for the stinging pain in her mouth to dissipate. She didn't have the patience to respond to Yang Liwei's concern.
Yang Liwei felt her heart ache. When Shen Qianrou didn't reply, she shouted angrily,
"Who prepared the milk today?!"
At that moment, a servant who seemed to be in her forties scurried towards them. When she saw the mess, she froze.
"Madam, what's the matter?"
Without saying anything, Yang Liwei stood up and gave the servant a harsh slap on her face.
"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to kill Qianrou?"
The servant who was slapped covered her face and glared at Yang Liwei. She replied coldly and didn't sound too defensive nor aggressive.
"Madam! Don't slander me. This milk is prepared like how we do it every day. I'm only responsible for heating it up. It's the same every morning. I've worked in the Shen family for more than twenty years and I have no grudges against you. Why would I harm any of you?"
After all, despite being a servant, she had lived half of her life, and dignity was important to her.
"No grudges against us? Don't assume that I don't know that the Madam you're most satisfied with, has always been that Ji Fengmian…"
"Shut up!"
Yang Liwei's words became sharper and harsher. The mention of the woman's name who caused her to be labeled as the third party infuriated her.
Just as she mentioned her name, she was berated by Jiang Rongrong.